Truth is, I don’t know why I play. I remember being a kid, maybe 10 or 11, and my mama asked me the big question: guitar or drum set? She told me I had to choose one, and so I said the guitar. But thinking back on it, I wonder if she really wanted me to pick the drums. You know how moms can be, though. They probably just wanted me to have something to keep my little bad azz mind busy. That guitar was my way of staying out of trouble.
I didn’t have dreams of being a concert star. Hell, I didn’t even want to be a performer. I just wanted to mess around with the sounds. The music that was in my head was something else. I’d hear those funky chords, on tracks like Rainy Night in Georgia, and it felt like I was stepping into another world. A place I couldn’t explain, but one that pulled me in. That guitar had me hooked.
I wasn’t aiming for anything. I didn’t see myself as a pro guitarist. No visions, no big stage dreams. I just played for the amusement of it all. Music was my playground. Each chord was like solving a puzzle. Music, man, it's science and art rolled into one.
For me, it was never about performing for crowds or cutting records. It was a way to pass the time, and express myself. Years would go by where I didn’t touch the strings, but somehow, the guitar always came back into my life. Every time I thought I was done, I’d look around and there it was.
And then, something clicked. I realized people would pay me to play. I went bat shit crazy. That’s when things changed. It just fell in my lap. One day, I was strumming for fun; the next, I had a side gig. I couldn’t believe it – getting paid to do what I loved? That’s a dream, right? It didn’t matter how small the gig was. It was mine.
The more I played, the better I got. It wasn’t about becoming a master; it was about the journey. I just want to see how far I could take it. So, I keep playing. I keep creating. Because at the end of the day, the guitar never let me down. It’s always there, ready to take me somewhere .
Do you play an instrument , Why ?